written by: RayFed
Autonomous battle mode Dom.
Aye, aye, captain I say and his eyes close at the last.
In the delirium of my battle screens I watched crimson rain of micro beams fall and cyan streaks of plasma cut through the air.
The flash of fresh burnt copper vaporized and accelerated to speeds of light hangs in a haze over my view.
I find myself unable to act for a micro second, caught in hideous beauty of war within a vacuum.
To believe I and my comrades could be the cause of so many flame wrecked shells of the enemy battle engines.
Agony shatters the stillness and I sense a crippling hit.
Screams erupting, electronic shrieks echoing, alarms echoing through my now lifeless hallways and battle centers.
Closing my eyes I pray, but to no god I know, that I may continue to do my duty.
Hoping that they on the flanks are not mine, burning fresh.
As the sun snuffed out by smoke and death I hide within myself.
The reality here is a burden and I will not shoulder it.
Full burn and I engage to the last.
Falling headlong into and breaking the back of the invading horde.
The system fails and I am slipping, slipping, slipping…
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
A story about the last human A.I. battle cruiser Indomitable, referred to as ‘Dom’ by his crew.
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